In preparation for my holiday I made an impromptu visit to the Doctor - nothing more serious than a renewal of my zombie pills.
“Jamaica!” he cried, choking on the word “Well, you'll be needing some inoculations if you're going there!” Then he rattled of a string of diseases affecting the liver and gut. He said I could end up with “blood pouring out my mouth, nose, eyes and stomach!” Why are some people such party poopers? There I was all happy and excited about my get-away and him telling me that I'd be safer staying at home eating raw chicken and drinking toilet water. When I return I think I'll try and have this scare-monger struck off the list, his medical licence revoked.
I replied to John's comment yesterday. I know I shouldn't have but I did. It is the first time there has been any dialogue between us since he upped and left 54 days ago. I suppose at some stage it had to happen. I just wish it would have been face to face or at least via telephone.
Some people think John is a shit, but that's really just because I have painted him in shitty tones. What else was I to do? I was very hurt and in some way needed to make his absence easier to bear. I told all the mean, cruel tales but I never told the good, the great, the magical. But John is that... He is ALL that is beautiful in this rather ugly world.